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Cleansing

Another Worldly Device

	time for reward
	its been so hard
	just living here
	transcend the self
	remove the sight
	ending the fear
	escape the fault
	widen the gap
	kill off the facts
	that are gonna hurt my mind
	that are gonna stain my soul
	another worldly device
	that may ruin me
	that are gonna ruin my goals
	that are gonna take its toll
	another worldly device
	another worldly release
	take back myself
	from this here self
	the ones that you do
	must hold some truth
	to what you should
	I will perceive
	the will persists
	I must omit
	what's gonna hurt my mind
	what's gonna stain my soul
	another worldly device
	that may ruin me
	not gonna block my goals
	not gonna take its toll
	another worldly device
	another worldly device
	more wrong advice
	another broken promise

Whose Fist Is This Anyway?

	playing on the hate team
	shut out
	cut out of the mainstream
	if you like to play victim
	and play the part so well
	that's how we'll treat you
	if it suits you so well
	hey now
	its all turning
	watch your world burn
	hey now
	its all burning
	watch your world turn
	if you never felt decent
	and you feel rather mean
	don't wear your hurt so pathetic
	let your mind set you free 
	play for the hate team
	shut out
	cut out of the mainstream
	hey now its all burning
	watch your world turn
	hey now it's all turning
	watch your world burn

Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

	nothing breeds more contempt 
	for this world than memories now formed
	every moment a new seed is grown
	to no reason the trouble unfolds
	for the trials of today
	i'm no jury really don't care how you feel
	the pleasant notion of miraculous change
	drifts into multiple jeers
	you want the good life
	you break your back
	you snap your fingers
	you snap your neck
	seconds drip thru my hands
	washed of moments unborn
	all the spaces between
	bleed a tribute to a sacrament never exposed
	a message to the forces,
	I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
	expectations of my daily bread
	gives me the hunger to steal

Cut-Rate

	you try to take all the challenge
	out of all of our lives
	you make it all too predictable
	with your white wash lies
	you see, you got to show me the torment
	and all the despair
	all those bloodless bullet holes
	are more than we can bear

	clean sweep 

	with the plastic coverings
	and the cut-rate display
	no renewal of the pleasurable
	with no image of decay
	you go for the stability
	and what do you get
	some real vivid misfortune
	a cause now an effect

Broken Peace

	pick up the broken pieces
	pick up the broken peace

	tell you something clearly
	tell you something real
	but you tell me nothing
	you never do nothing real

	your kind it keeps on cutting
	division you create
	now its all exploding
	soon nothing left to break

	no hope in complaining
	all this lay in ruin
	its a time for mending
	gathering of the wounds

One Outnumbered

	what a crying shame
	talk about pass the buck
	no thought of a change
	go out and get your gun

	thought we've had our fill
	of that they've had enough
	all of those with good will
	let the rest run amok
	
	they won't come clean
	so we're bound to lose
	don't even have a clue
	no respect for you
	dignity for whom
	
	one more outnumbered
	bleeding hearts that humble
	to find some shelter
	from a bloody shower
	
	another cause to blame
	another soul to judge

Out Of This Misery

	I'll take no blame
	for some other's mistake
	a fossil of the past
	continue underrate
	the ability to end a life
	no stability in opinions not alike

	someone should take me
	out of your misery
	if i should take
	it any further,	i'll end it...you
	out of this misery.
	
	you've got life,
	blood on our hands,
	this is no life.

	i will not shame
	for a deed undone
	i'm reaching for the stars
	spittin' at the sun.
	i'll take the liberty
	to get you off my back
	i want your history
	and take it off the map.

No Question

	so thrilled
	we got you now
	you can't
	can't break the game
	so glad,
	accept the choice
	so glad
	you learned the ropes

	to try
	so far to go the end
	you'll never know
	you have
	nothing to follow
	the message
	a lost cause
	and who cares
	about the lesson
	no question
	of the loss

Not Of This Earth

	just sit down and talk to death
	it's known to teach you time again
	a something not of this earth
	that something not of this earth.
	
	12 o'clock time for bed
	say no to waking up again
	a feeling not of this earth
	that feeling not of earth
	
	brings all comfort to no reason
	
	never know where you go
	what if the intangible
	that something not of this earth
	a feeling not of earth

Home Rule

	more conquest
	more proud division
	another
	rape for a strong man
	it scares you
	into submission
	now's the time
	to face the home rule.
	
	it's our find,
	never give it back
	our kind
	shut em out
	shine a light
	bring em out
	take no flight
	never give in 

	more conquest
	more proud division
	another rape for a strong man
	it scares you
	into submission
	now's the time
	to face the home rule
	
	all alone
	never give in
	hold tight
	to what you know
	birthright
	gift of pride
	look down
	upon your foe

Sublime

	I comprehend these laws
	with no particulars
	the trappings of it all
	can never give in turn
	a concept of counsel
	of the inner wealth
	perception of the dark
	all in your stealth
	
	a sublime substance
	controlled abstinence
	sublime success
	unworldly happiness

	a pointed eloquence
	in its sublimity
	precision eminence
	of all solemnity
	....
	for the inner wealth
	perception of the dark all in your stealth
	a necessary call, a law
	a perspective change, a law

Test

	Lights shine from the burning faces
	I don't care if it blinds me
	shadows gesture me for panic
	but there's never anywhere to flattered
	from media sized rages
	never to miss the wicked ways
	not so easy to get fooled
	by emergency broadcast rule

	it's a relapse a point of collapse
	god bless my soul
	it's up to you to go now
	to crawl on all fours
	another message attempt to fuck us again
	rejection of all what is said

	this is only a test

	I listen to only what's discordant
	like the sting of razor sharp glass
	enjoy the scene of torches burning
	laugh at a poisoned gasp
	and watch windows the imploding
	flames lick a dozen stars
	discredit any hopeful discerning
	rejoice the thought of future scars
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